When I started my blog, I talked about the very first pin I remember from my toddlerhood, a delicate pair of tiny hand-knitted mittens that my mother wore on her winter coat. While I was visiting my mother this past summer, I mentioned my little brooch project and my original inspiration. My mother collects very little jewelry; her lifetime acquisitions are held in a tiny jewelry box more suited for a child. But she seemed to think she might still have this one item, though she had not worn it for decades. We went to look, and there, in perfect condition, was the precious little "brooch" I remembered.
I suspect that the high quality of this knitting, including the wee thumbs and the miniature black contrasting dots and trim would be unimaginable in a modern product. This is literally from the late 1940s. Now I have to persuade my mother to start wearing it again! And to let me inherit it!
This brings my little blog to an end. It was kind of you to follow along, and I certainly had fun doing something I would never have come up with on my own.
This brings my little blog to an end. It was kind of you to follow along, and I certainly had fun doing something I would never have come up with on my own.